Arold looked at the three West Slavs in front of him, the Slavs standing at the front were the messengers this time, and he quickly conveyed the news of Kang Tuoyi to Arold, but there was nothing new in turning it over and over, probably saying that Arold illegally occupied their territory, and demanded that Arold immediately demolish the castle and withdraw from Mecklenburg County, otherwise he would be punished by the Slavs militarily, which was similar to the speech of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of a certain country in later generations.

However, what interested Arold was the guards behind the envoys, who looked at the leather armor inlaid with iron nails on the bodies of these guards, and the narrow battle axes pinned to their waists, and the fur-like hats on the heads of the guards, judging the equipment of the Sigoslavs, and looking at the guards who suddenly found that one of them had a ruddy face, a fierce face, and a bright eye, and stood there with an indescribable momentum.

"The envoy came from afar, why should he drink a glass of wine, otherwise wouldn't it make people say that we Germanic people are petty and childish." Arold smiled and stood up, took a glass of ale from Julian's hand, and handed it to the messenger.

“@#￥。” The envoy's face changed, he was in the enemy's castle, who knew if there was any poison in the wine, and it was clear that the envoy was refusing without Melina's translation.

"Hahaha, it seems that the pagan Slavs are all gutsless rats, or that they don't even drink a glass of ale, they clearly look down on us." Arold said sarcastically to the people around him, "All the men in this hall are Arold's men, and of course they can understand Arold's mockery of the Slavs." Suddenly the hall resounded with the laughter of the Germanic people, and even if they did not understand the Germanic language, the faces of the Slavic envoys and their guards became ugly.

"Please let me drink it on behalf of the messenger." At this moment, the burly guard from behind the messenger stepped forward and replied to Arold in standard Germanic language.

"Oh?" Arold looked at the dignified-looking and burly guard in front of him, and felt that the Slavs really couldn't be underestimated, and any guard had such a demeanor, so he couldn't help but look at it again.

"*&......" The messenger seemed to understand that his guards were making their own claims, and quickly shouted to the guards. The guard pressed his right hand against his chest. After saluting the messenger, he said a few words, and the messenger pursed his lips and looked at them with a serious face.

"Thank you, Your Excellency, I have never drunk such good wine." The guard took the wine from Arrod's hand. Tilt your neck and drink the wine. Then he admired and returned the glass to Arrod.

"Hmm. If you're satisfied, it's fine. Arold watched the guard drink boldly, but he had a good impression of the guard, and the surrounding Germanic nobles were also fascinated by his demeanor. I can't help but admire.

"So, how do we reply to your reply to Lord Kang Tuoyi?" At this time, Melina's translation was not needed, and the Slavic guards acted directly as interpreters, and he said to Arold.

"Mecklenburg County is a fief given to me by Lord Mason, I am just here to get my land back, if Lord Kang Tuoyi can be considerate of giving up this county, then I will be grateful to Lord Lord Mason and myself." Appreciation and appreciation, Arod was not ambiguous in business, he put down the empty glass and sat back in his chair, and said to the messenger of the Slavs.

"Well, we will reply to Lord Kang Tuoyi like this, please allow us to leave your castle, and wish you a long and healthy life, my lord." The guard translated to the messenger and said to Arold.

"Yes." Arold stretched out his hand and waved to the messenger, and the Slavic envoy and his party hurriedly retreated and left the Saxon house, very respectful and polite.

"Just let them go?" John Berg said with some dissatisfaction that the Swiss were loyal and renewing their promises, but they did not have the slightest mercy for their enemies, and they did not believe in the creed that the two countries would not kill the messenger at war.

"He's just a messenger." Julian disagrees with John Berg's suggestion, after all, he was born into a knightly family, even if he is not recognized as an illegitimate child, but the creed of knighthood is firmly imprinted in the soul.

"Well, killing the messenger won't do anything." Arold felt a little thirsty in his mouth, and he poured himself a new glass of wine.

"That's right, but the messenger's guard is more powerful than the messenger, and the Slavs really don't choose people, if I would definitely choose that guard as the messenger." Brother Elvet, who was standing on the sidelines, said to Arrod, the former Brother of Barth, who had recently become one of Arold's core figures because of his many water conservancy projects in the castle.

"That's true, ha, if it weren't for that guy being a Slav, I'd have been friends with him somewhere else." Julian said with a smile as he crossed his hands on his waist.

"Well, too, uh~~~~~, not good." Arold laughed at Julian's words, but then the smile froze on his face, and at that moment he suddenly understood why he felt strange, for he remembered an important allusion, and at the thought of it he slammed off the cup in his hand, and the people in the hall were astonished to see Arold draw his sword and rush out.

"What's wrong?" All those who had weapons drew their weapons, and the unarmed monks hid in panic, and when Arold rushed out of the Saxon house, he saw the Slavic messengers riding their horses and walking out of the city gate, and they were about to leave the city.

"The guards stopped them, no, killed them." Arold rushed forward with his sword in hand, shouting to the Swiss mercenaries at the city gates.

"Drive it~~~." Hearing the voice of Arrod behind him, and the Swiss mercenaries at the gate of the city rushing with spears, the Slavic envoys and others changed their leisurely appearance just now, and desperately whipped their mounts under their crotches with their horsewhips, and the mounts neighed and spread their hooves and rushed towards the city gates, hitting people who would not have time to dodge along the way.

"Stupid, raise the drawbridge." Seeing that he couldn't catch up with them, Arold stomped his feet in anger and shouted to the soldiers at the city gate, and the soldiers who heard the order reacted and pulled up the wooden drawbridge, and the archers on the arrow tower shot arrows in the direction of the Slavic messengers, and two arrows hit one of the guards in the back, and the guard turned over and fell off his horse and was caught by the Swiss mercenaries at the city gate, but at this moment the remaining Slavic envoys and the burly guards not only did not slow down, but sped up and rushed straight up the half-pulled wooden drawbridge.

"Gray Law ~~~~." The horse neighed and sprang to its feet, carrying the burly escort over the moat and landing smoothly, but the Slavic messenger was not so lucky, he jumped too late and fell into the moat with his men and horses.

"Damn it." The burly guard watched as the messenger and the horse's corpse floated in the moat, and it seemed that neither the messenger nor his mount had survived, and then he turned his horse's head and glanced at the angry lion castle with a resentful gaze before galloping away.

"God, who is this guy?" At this time, everyone in the Angry Lion Castle looked at this incredible guard, and couldn't help blurting out, Arrod looked at the other party's back with a gloomy face, and felt as if he was making people smack their mouths.

That's right, the allusion he thought of was King Zhao Wuling, King Zhao Wuling in order to get the first-hand information of the nomads, personally disguised himself as a messenger to sneak into the territory of the nomads to find out the truth, if Arold did not guess wrong, this desperate guard should be the hero of the Slavs Kang Tuoyi, I didn't expect that he was dealing with such a tricky character, but Arold not only did not feel timid, but had a pride in competing with this kind of hero.

"Kang Tuoyi, you're back, what about the others." At this moment, Kang Tuoyi came to the outer edge of the forest, a group of Slavic warriors were anxiously waiting, including the mayor of Jakesh, who had opposed Kang Tuoyi's risk of infiltrating the enemy's castle at the beginning, knowing that once he was discovered, it would be nine deaths, but now he was relieved to see Kang Tuoyi's figure appear.

"Dead, I was found out when I was out of the city, it should have been very smooth." Although Kang Tuoyi was very calm and calm in front of the Angry Lion Castle, he was actually sweating profusely at the time, and if it weren't for the protection of the gods, he thought that he would definitely end up with his men.

"It's good to come back, how about it, have you seen the reality of the other party clearly?" Mayor Jakesh felt that it was already the grace of the gods that Kang Tuoyi could come back alive, and as for his subordinates to find it, the most important thing to know at the moment was the virtual and real situation in that pagan castle.

"The wall is very high, and there is a flowing river as a moat, and there are two hundred men in it, most of them spearmen in leather armor, no knights, no, maybe one or two, the leader is a very young man, who discovered my true identity after the most lusk, and the gods are above me I swear that I have covered it well, I really don't know what magic these heretics have." Kang Tuoyi took a water bladder from his hand, poured himself a sip of cool spring water, and then wiped his mouth with his sleeve before speaking to Mayor Jakesh.

"Oh, do you have any great ideas?"

"When all of our men are assembled, we will cut off the river from the upper reaches first, and I will see what his moat will do." Kang Tuoyi's eyes looked in the direction of the upper reaches of the Lu and said to Mayor Jakesh.

"Well, good idea, without the moat, our goal-slamming team and ladder team can get close to the city walls, are we afraid that we won't be able to capture a pagan castle?" Mayor Jakesh said happily and was very confident in the leadership of Kang Tuoyi. (To be continued......)

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